This is a Naruto fanfiction, so of course the characters are not mine. The characters are © Masashi Kishimoto, who will one day bring back Team 7 to its awesome glory. 'Evil glare if he doesn't.'
By the way, I am internally in love with Team 7 threesome, so that will be the most prominent pairing here. I am also looking at InoShika, NejiTenLee, HinaKiba, and ShinoTemari. I will throw in other pairings too, but I don't know if they'll be major roles yet, so bear with me. If you have a problem with any of these, I'm sorry, but that is what I enjoy, and that's how this will be written. Without further adieu, THE STORY!
Rêves Fantômes
Phantom Dreams
Prologue
To those who know me on a level deeper than acquaintance, I am what most tend to call a non-believer. Realistic, logical, in some cases pessimistic and dismissive of things that are not facts. I am the type of person who shuns foolishness in the name of science and statistic. I did not believe in people and their so-called inner goodness, in magick, wizardry, and sorcery, in religious fiction, in folklore and fables, in fairytales and ghost stories. If there was not a fact to support it, it was not true. So the collective term for my view on life was non-believer. Focus on the keyword here, though. Was.
I didn't believe in any of it. Nothing in this world can conjure up something out of empty space. Voices without owners did not exist. Shadows and dust cannot knock over vases and chairs. Books do not randomly drop from shelves to open up to secretly written passages. Portraits don't shift and their eyes don't wander. Things of this nature just do not happen. And yet . . . they do.
As funny as it seems, these sorts of incidents do occur. I have experienced them personally, and that's what makes everything so . . . unbelievably . . . real. That's not to say that you, as another individual being who has your own views on life, will be persuaded into believing because of my statement. However, I hope that through this writing you will see that what we view as mysterious and haunting, is in fact normal and even a little ordinary. I imagine that you perhaps are curious as to how I altered my perspective on this issue and what took place. So let us move onto my story. Everything began in the early months of fall, when the weather was . . .
Oh wait, I suppose I have forgotten a most important detail in my rambling, yes? There was never a proper introduction. My name is Ishiyama Sakura, and I believe in ghost stories . . . Because I'm living in one.
Hope you enjoyed the first portion of this story. This is supposed to be a sort of teaser. Oh, and I just want to mention, sometimes I will randomly switch perspective, from first-person to third-person, so don't be too shocked. I don't want to insert the POV, so I'll let you know in the little comments before the chapters.
Please review if you read!